the Native to the Sun


born on an overcast day 1

There is no way to the out…said, the native to the sun.

Both, tousled with dampness and shrewd behavior.

For some reason, pity beckons us, calls us here, and leaves for months on end.

I have spent a life time running away…

from all that is

dark.

And,

all that is…

gray.

Soon, with life at a crawl…

We will have not choice but to…

Pray for us all!

 

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